And that, as they say, was that. She was taken from me then, by Enforcers and the Order, carried away to be cared for and, I hoped, healed the rest of the way. I sank back a moment into Oliver's arms, not caring there were a multitude of people milling around like they couldn't believe it was over this fast. Let them see my moment of weakness, if it could be called that. Let them judge me if they chose.

Damn, I was tired.

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